“Her mouth parted slightly, waiting for Seth to breathe life into her own body, just like in the story. She wanted him to awaken her senses.”

Their worlds collide in California’s high desert.

The last thing Natara “Natti” Stone wants to do is to start anew at Setemple High School. She wished she had never left London. Yet the brutal murder of her maternal grandmother has made her life very complicated. The only clue related to her murder is an ancient, encrypted necklace Natti discovered after her grandmother’s death. And if trying to adjust to American life is not enough, Natti is being stalked by a mysterious, charming high school senior, Seth O’Keefe, who is annoyingly persistent in his attempts at seduction.

Seth O’Keefe is secretly a member of the Sons of Set, an order that worships the Egyptian god of chaos. Seth’s blessing from Set, his “charm,” never failed, except with one person: Natti Stone. Her ability to elude him infatuates and infuriates him, and he becomes obsessed with the chase. But the closer he gets to her, the more his emotions take a dangerous turn, and he risks breaking one of the most valued covenants of his order. The punishment for which is a fate worse than death.

The adventure this unlikely couple becomes engulfed in could cost them their lives and their souls.

*Note: Content for Upper YA*

***Excerpt***

There was a crash and a loud gasping moan. She
turned to the door next to her and stepped into the room. Her eyes widened as
two entangled bodies jumped in the dark; the light shining from the hall
streamed over the couple. She recognized the tall, copper haired upperclassman
from the parking lot; the boy who had sent her the enchanting smile. Now he was
completely shirtless, his fly clearly unzipped, and a brunette held tight in
his arms. The girl glared at Natti. She struggled a little against the boy’s
grasp, trying to cover herself with her bra.

Natti blinked in complete shock. “Okay.” She
finally glanced at the empty room. “This is obviously not American Literature.”

“No duh!” the brunette snapped.

The young man smiled and turned to the girl in
his arms. The brunette’s cold demeanor melted away once her eyes met his. He
stroked her cheek, sending visible shivers through her body. Natti rolled her
eyes, ready to gag.

“Now, now, Charlotte.” The honey-sweet voice
made Natti freeze when she was just turning to leave. It gave her a dizzy
feeling; a fog creeping at the back of her mind. “We shouldn’t be rude to our
guest.” The boy’s eyes traveled Natti’s curves again. His grin widened.
“Perhaps she’d like to join us. Maybe we can all get to know each other a
little better.”

He motioned Natti to come inside. She
unconsciously took a step forward; a strange force compelled her to join them.
Her hands were reaching to pull her shirt off. It was as if she was no longer
in control.

What the
hell . . . ? Natti shook
her head, finding the strength to resist through a familiar heavy sensation
that rested against her chest. It was one she often got when someone lied to
her. She was born with it. A gift, her grandmother called it, which could tell
her when something wasn’t right. And as much as her body suddenly wanted to be
next to the boy, feeling the skin of his lean, muscular chest, her gift was
telling her something was off. His intentions were not pure.